LET ME LIFE, LITTLE TREE - POEM

Once I was a tiny seed.

Mother Nature cared my need.

I grew up as a shady tree.

Now my age is twenty three.


I have branches so many.

For children to play in company,

I feed worms with tiny figs.

I make homes with tiny twigs.


I am for the resting herds.

Also for the poor shepherds.

People breathe the air I give.

Why do not people let me live.


Please, Did you understand?

I believe you all

I make you comfort, this world

I Love you people

From little tree like me